People say,
Experiences teach you,
Better teachers,
Being the bad ones.
People say,
Failures lead to success,
Worst fall,
Leads to the highest climbs.
I know,
It is true.
At least,
I want to believe,
It is.
'Cause if I stop believing,
I will stay at the bottomless pit,
Of sorrow,
And one day,
Drown in my own tears.
Even if,
I may climb someday.
Even if,
What all say is true.
I will lose a part of me,
To this dark depth.
I will not be myself,
Again.
'Cause the fall is too much,
'Cause the marsh is too squashy.
Even if I come out of it,
I will take the mud with me.
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ACHES [Wattys Winner 2015]
PoetryAin't we drowning but still floating in our complexities of love and hatred, happiness and sorrow & life and the journey. Short stories and poetry about true living i.e living through an ache and coming out of it. Want to meet my words in versatile...